A friend recently asked my advice for how to prepare for the longest ride he’d ever done. My approach is somewhat unorthodox when it comes to this sort of thing; I like to train to ride a lot farther than the event itself, and whenever possible, throw in a handful of sessions with my old friend, The Man with the Hammer. I suggested he do the same, just to make sure he understands the alchemy of combining total exhaustion with the reality of still having a long way to ride. Based on his response suggesting the idea somehow contained a bad taste, I assume he didn’t take my advice.
I didn’t invent this technique. De Vlaeminck was known for his marathon training sessions involving a diabolical mixture of V:00 am starts and distances of 400km in preparation for his favorite race, Paris-Roubaix. Fignon was known to head out for day-long rides with little or no food in his pockets with the express intent of meeting the Man with the Hammer.
The Man with the Hammer holds a special place in the mythology of Cycling; ruthless and unpredictable, he lurks about in the shadows, ready to strike at any time. Most fear him, but I have been bopped on the head by him so many times, I start to feel lonely for his visits after a few months. I sense him in the nape of my neck long before he draws his hammer down with his judgement. On long solo rides, when the mind retreats into The Tunnel, I often find myself carrying silent conversations. Perhaps it is he to whom I speak in those dark hours.
His presence as a constant companion may not be as insane as it sounds. Explorers have often spoken of feeling that another presence was traveling with them; the early teams who attempted to scale Mount Everest had difficulty reconciling the numbers in their party due to the convincing sensation that another had been with them. All three men in Shackleton’s party who crossed the island of South Georgia independently confided in their captain that they believed a fourth to be traveling with them. This, I am certain, is the great spirit of the Man with the Hammer. We must not fear him; though he may be ready to strike, he is a benevolent spirit.
There is something purifying in being completely depleted and still having to carry on; it flushes your transgressions from you in a cleansing flood. Don’t avoid this; seek it out; every rider should endeavor to experience his visits at least a few times per year. They remind you that you can push beyond your limits, that the only thing bridging the chasm to a goal is having the will to act.
Whenever I find myself weighed down and questioning myself, I head out on my bicycle with no food in the pockets and with the express intent of meeting my old friend, the Man with the Hammer.
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@V-olcano I'm not suggesting that it's something that should be done on a regular basis either, and I'm not sure that any one else is. It may depend on your definition of regular.
I do, however believe, that whether your are riding, running or even drinking then you should know where your limits are and without crossing the line every now and then you will not know where the line is. I've found that it's actually a lot further away than I would have perceived it to be, I have surprised myself many time how much harder or further I can go before I am truly in too far.
I wouldn't actively set out to meet the man with the hammer, I believe that, like la volupte, a visit is not something that can really be sought out. There are days when I set out knowing that I will not try to avoid his attention.
You would think with my advanced years i would know better but last weekend i checked the forecast and saw pissing rain and head wind at 30kmh and a solo ride of 170k I would have taken the pragmatic approach and called off but no invoking #9 i set off with a wry smile . I falsely thought i had met the man before but it turns out he was only stopping briefly for a chat. The bastard took his big fuck off hammer to my head and left me a gibbering wreck. Normally a chocky bar and a full fat coke revive me but i was pronounced dead at the scene what a bastard! West of Scotland beautiful and lumpy but shite weather gotta love it
@Chris
I agree completely. I think I may have misunderstood your initial sentiment. Knowing where the line is allows one to approach it more cautiously in order to avoid disaster. Training allows one to move that line bit by bit without crossing it (too much or often, anyway).
I don't have time to ride 400k to meet the Man, so I take the shortcut of imbibing too many adult beverages and getting too little sleep the night before. If done properly, you'll see the man around 15km.
Dude, you can tell you haven't been posting a lot lately when you've been demoted down to a 2!
I met him last weekend at Big Bear Lake
I miss TMWTH. Screw endurance ceilings, it's time to find my no food on the ride ceiling. 66K definitely wasn't it. I like @oracle's idea of the shortcut.
@V-olcano
Sorry, you cannot "also" be a bike racer. You are, or you are not.
@Chris
The point is that you shouldn't be afraid of meeting him. That alone will keep you from reaching your potential.